| The Booth
The night was full of musical notes and aching hearts with smiles and we chattered like exotic birds a nostalgic air among the crowd as we sing along to 'April sun in Cuba' and the booth in the corner velvet backed the blinded lovers they would tell you a different account of how he suddenly kissed her deep while she was reciting poetry in Italian the wall above them held arrows and tea lights and garlands of berries and fresh mint for their self-conscious breaths once upon a time they were performers rosining a bow and holding it up to the sun and we could hear their beautiful music they create splendid platters of food now and offer none to anyone shalome � 2006 |